Jay Electronica
"Higher"

Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game
Cut throat, you got to pull your own weight, nigga tugboat
Im out west now bangin with the Game and them
California top shelf, kush to the cranium
One love, one blood, the legend is real
Word to @iamdiddy, the president seal
It's been stamped and approved
We rocked every crowd, you get trampled and booed (uhh huh)
It's the phantom of the chakra, slum dog opera
Rap Radar, Nah Right, Okayplayer mashup
Everything was all good just a week ago
What happened to your clique nigga, where your people go?
I got a message for you homey, let your people know
We got the game locked down from Englewood to Tupelo
Jay Elec Yamaka and westside rid
Breaking bread like black kings, fuck what you seen